You may tire of me

As our December sun is setting


'Cause I'm not who I used to be




No longer easy on the eyes


But these wrinkles masterfully disguise


The youthful boy below




Who turned your way and saw


Something he was not looking for

Both, a beginning and an end





But now he lives inside

Someone he does not recognize


When he catches his reflection on accident




On the back of a motor bike


With your arms outstretched trying to take flight


Leaving everything behind




But even at our swiftest speed


We couldn't break from the concrete

In the city where we still reside





And I have learned

That even landlocked lovers yearn


For the sea like navy men




'Cause now we say goodnight


From our own separate sides


Like brothers on a hotel bed




Like brothers on a hotel bed


Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed





You may tire of me

As our December sun is setting


'Cause I'm not who I used to be